Mr. Fu's heart ached as he pushed Ye Jian's arm. He pretended to be serious and criticized, "Are you still in the mood to tease me? Does it still hurt? Besides your hand, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Don't hide it. If you're uncomfortable, tell me. Do you understand?"
"I'm alright. I feel alright after boxing just now. Hurry up and smile at my coach. Look at you. You scared him so much that he didn't dare to hand me the hot towel."
"You! You're putting on a brave front!" Mr. Fu didn't know what to do with his daughter. He glared at her but had a smile on his face. Then, he turned around and said to the soldier who brought a hot towel over, "Come, come. Give me the hot towel."
The soldier stood at attention instinctively. Then, he hurriedly passed the hot towel over. Before he could speak, Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work just now. Go and rest."
